All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Right: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

Asher turned his head slowly toward the sound, his lips parting. His eyes were heavy lidded, unfocused for a second, but then they locked on Luca, and they stayed there.Emotion washed through them so raw, so immediate, it nearly knocked the breath out of Luca’s lungs.And then, Asher whispered it.“I’m sorry…”Luca stopped cold.The words echoed in the quiet room. Soft. Shaky.And yet… final.The kind of apology that carried the weight of truth.He blinked, as if the sentence had reached into him and ripped something open.I’m sorry.Why would you say that? Unless…Unless he really had done it.Unless this wasn’t some setup.Unless all the photos, all the reports, all the blood, weren’t just tools in a larger game. Unless the chain around Asher’s leg wasn’t a mistake. Unless Luca had just walked in on the man who had taken his father’s life and could still look him in the eye and say I’m sorry like it meant something.Luca's throat tightened.He wanted to shout. He wanted to believe

The Virelli estate hadn’t been this quiet in decades.Luca sat at the head of the long glass table in his father’s office, the room now stripped of its usual grandeur. The portraits remained, Paolo Virelli in different stages of triumph, from the early textile years to the modern luxury empire, but their eyes felt different now.Accusing. Cold.Or maybe it was just Luca’s guilt playing tricks on him.He exhaled slowly, fingers steepled in front of him. Around him sat the most senior of their family’s estate lawyers, PR handlers, and legacy consultants. Everyone was talking at once.“....Private ceremony would be safest, given the circumstances.”“...but the shareholders will expect some kind of public acknowledgment.”“...what about a state assisted security team? We can’t risk anyone showing up with cameras.”“...have we confirmed a burial site?”Luca raised a hand.Silence fell.“He will be buried at the family chapel in Ravello,” he said quietly. “No press. Only family.”A few exch

The burner phone buzzed on the nightstand of the nondescript room, nestled in a forgotten stretch of highway surrounded by trees and the hum of nothingness.The walls were stained with time. The curtains never opened. Reid sat motionless on the edge of the bed, shirt clinging to his back from dried sweat and blood.The buzz came again. Then silence.He finally reached for it, hands slow, like even the weight of the plastic device had become something too heavy to bear. He didn’t recognize the number. That was good. It meant it was one of the untraceables. He pressed play.Julian’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade.“Reid. It’s Julian. I don’t know what the hell is going on, but Asher’s been arrested. They’re charging him with Paolo Virelli’s murder…”Reid froze.The room was silent except for the low, tinny sound of Julian’s anger unraveling in his ear.“If you know anything, anything, call me. This isn’t just about business anymore. Someone is framing him...”Reid’s lips parte

The sky was a muted gray, the kind that hung low like a curtain over grief. Rain had threatened all morning, but it never came, just the heavy stillness of impending storms, as if even the weather mourned Paolo Virelli’s passing.Luca stood motionless at the head of the open grave.He was dressed in sharp black, a perfectly tailored suit that made him look like the picture of poise and power, if not for his eyes. Lifeless. Distant. So hollow it was as though something inside him had been scooped out and never returned.His knuckles were white around the umbrella handle, even though there was no rain to shield from.He hadn’t spoken since arriving. He hadn’t even flinched when they opened the polished casket to let the mourners say goodbye.Rinaldi stood a few feet behind, arms crossed over his chest. A handful of Virelli board members and old family allies flanked the area, none daring to interrupt Luca’s silence.The press had been kept out, but even their absence was loud. Everyone

Julian reached into the glovebox and tossed a folder onto Reid’s lap. “Start by going through those. External communications flagged in the Wolfe Guard server before the breach. A few pings didn’t match the encryption key. Someone was piggybacking.”Reid’s stomach dropped.He flipped the folder open with measured interest, pretending to scan the page while already planning how to wipe the matching IPs tonight.“There’s also this,” Julian added, reaching for a tablet. “A delivery was made to Wolfe Guard two days before the incident. No supplier ID. Just coordinates and a masked invoice. It was routed through a shell company… called Caldera Incorporated.”Reid looked up too fast.Julian caught that flicker. “You know them?”Reid blinked. “The name sounds familiar. Probably just from the news.”Julian wasn’t convinced. “They deal in security logistics. But I’ve dug deeper. They’re a front, for something bigger. Black market weapons. Confidential intel trading. Even assassinations. If som